Charlaf didn't notice the shift in Alger's eyes, and pointed instead to one of the "Original Moon" followers currently being "incinerated": "He also took my staff—called the 'Speech of the Sea.' It can release lightning at a targeted point, and when swung, it adds a gust of wind. Beyond that, it can generate large water spheres and corrosive rain, allowing the holder to no longer fear the pressure of the deep sea and to freely draw oxygen from water. Additionally, it can function as a wand to carry the user into flight." There are three negative effects. First, it loves to sing—every six hours, it inevitably sings a song, and the impact varies depending on the style of the song: sometimes it leaves one spellbound and entranced, sometimes it deeply moves the soul, and sometimes it induces irritation and dulls the mind. Of course, even if it doesn't reach the six-hour interval, as long as you wish, it will sing gladly. Second, as I mentioned earlier, it possesses certain characteristics of life and is notably temperamental—when the holder is not paying attention, it tends to trip them up, strike them, and drag them down the stairs. Third, it makes the holder more susceptible to lightning strikes. Therefore, during rainy or thunderous weather, either stay indoors or avoid carrying it. "This is the extraordinary seal forged by Gelmann Sparo's 'Sea Singer' nature. If he knew that you had already prepared it, yet allowed the followers of the 'Primordial Moon' to take it away, you would surely have been sold to someone who needed such a unique property. Aljere turned toward the table, spotting a staff deeply black with silver-white metal inlay. — In his understanding, regardless of the severity of other negative effects, any magical item possessing living properties counts as a seal, because this very quality implies an unpredictable danger. Seeing that both the 'Starborne General' Gardeleia and her companion had not yet declared the seal complete, Charf had no choice but to sigh and continue searching for more magical items: 'This short sword is called the 'Lethal Blade.' Its name already tells you what to expect—do I need to elaborate further? 'Well, it adds a random, potent toxin to every wound inflicted, the specific nature of which depends entirely on chance.' " "Its negative impact is modest—it merely leads to medical inefficiency and a cumulative feeling of being drunk." Charleph continued to introduce several remarkable items, until finally, the "Star Above" Gauthelie spoke up: "Very well. The rest remain yours." Heh... that's actually quite good—she's left me three items. Charleph not only didn't feel resentful but genuinely thought that Gauthelie was a truly kind person, as if she suffered from some kind of psychological condition. Gauthelie then turned her gaze toward the "吊人" (The Pendulum): "You go first." She knew that "The World" Germaine Sparo had magical items crafted by the "Artisan," so she asked the "Pendulum" to select one first from the adventurous traveler. Aljere nodded, took the "Staff of the Sea's Voice" and the "Gorgon's Spectacles," and then indicated that the rest were spoils of victory. Gauthelie thought for a moment and said: "Choose one more item from the remaining ones; the rest shall be mine." She wasn't particularly interested in the remaining magical items, as she already possessed two powerful ones that matched her status. Subsequently, she had acquired the "Judge's Button" and the "Lucky Scale," eliminating any weaknesses across the board. Under these circumstances, unless an item offered exceptionally valuable or unique benefits—especially considering the cumulative negative effects—she would rarely pause to consider it or replace it. Of course, as a pirate general, she would never feel overwhelmed by the number of magical items, since some would need to be submitted to the Moes' Monastery and others would be awarded to her crew. After a moment of quiet reflection, Aljere selected the "Toxic Blade," drawing upon both her existing possessions and her exceptional abilities. "Star General" Gardeleia then instructed "The Bloodless" Hes Dole to have "The Craftsman" Charleff remove all the magical items from the ground and the residual traces of the several "Original Moon" followers from the house. Then she turned once more to the “craftsman,” his deep violet eyes reflecting his form: “Why do the followers of the ‘Primordial Moon’ seek to control you?” Charles’s eyes flickered as he replied: “Isn’t this simply obvious? To create magical items for them…” Before he could finish, the calm, steady gaze of those violet eyes made him feel a sudden jolt, and he quickly added, “They seem to have other plans that require the craftsman’s assistance—what exactly those plans are, however, remains unclear to me, as we haven’t begun them yet.” Gauthier appeared to be pondering, exchanged a glance with the “Emperor of the Tower,” and nodded. They decided to leave the craftsman here today, to observe what would unfold. In other words, they hoped to monitor the craftsman and uncover the true intentions of the followers of the ‘Primordial Moon.’ In fact, for the "Hermit" and the "Hanged Man," the specific plans of the followers of the "Primordial Moon" were not particularly important—merely a means to facilitate communication with the "Mystic Queen," offering her insights for certain decisions in the transcendent realm, and a way to secure contributions from the Church in return, thus achieving immediate agreement and committing to a deeper investigation. Of course, the "Hanged Man" Aljere has always adhered to the principle: the more intelligence one possesses, the greater the advantages one can gain across various events! After a brief silence, Gauthier, her tone unchanged, addressed the "Craftsman" Charles: "Since you are now a follower of the 'Primordial Moon,' taking you away brings me no benefit." Charles nodded repeatedly, affirming that she was absolutely right. Cadryla paused slightly, then shifted her tone: "However, I hope to establish a long-term partnership with you, so I'll need a few drops of your blood—this will allow me to locate you at any time." Charles's face immediately fell, and though his mouth moved several times, he couldn't find the words to refuse. Huffing out a deep breath, he said, "Very well." Then, he picked up the paper cutter beside him, cut a small wound on his forearm, and a few drops of blood immediately seeped out. Cadryla raised her right arm, gently lifted her palm, and the drops of blood floated upward, drifting of their own accord toward her. After observing the blood in her hand, the pirate general suddenly added, "What's your surname?" "Joun," Charles replied instinctively. Cadryla said nothing, turned around, and stepped out of the door. "Death" Aljere followed closely behind. The house quickly grew quiet. "The craftsman" Charles found a sofa and sat down, remaining motionless for a long time, as though still absorbed in the events of just now. After nearly ten minutes, he suddenly straightened up and drew out a small humanoid statue from his inner pocket. The statue was of yellow copper, with a blank face and blood seeping slowly from within, leaving traces on the surface. Charles quickly wiped the blood from the statue's face with a handkerchief, then took a deep breath, smiled gently, and murmured to himself without speaking aloud: "Well, I'm glad I have this 'fate figure' with me. Hmph. I'll see how you manage to find me through just a few drops of blood. Don't think you'll be able to curse me!" In the Baïm slum, on a street without streetlights. Aljaz, wearing a mask and a hood, glanced at the "Seer" beside him and said in a low, resonant voice: "Since Charle fled the Steam Church, he has remained remarkably stable and steady up to this point. This shows he's no fool—he can simply give his blood without any resistance, which suggests he has a method to evade tracking. Moreover, he hasn't explained why the followers of the 'Prime Moon' found him at all. Normally, those followers would investigate the origin of the 'werewolf'’s extraordinary traits, yet Charle didn't mention this to me last time. He circled around several times, finding opportunities to shed his disguise, and then left Bayam, heading for the rebel fleet's private harbor and boarding the "Azure Avenger." His sailors, having spent their accumulated energy and funds over the past several days, were now quietly stationed on board, waiting for departure. Upon seeing him return, one of the sailors immediately stood up, smiling and asking, "Captain, have you had dinner yet?" "Not yet," Aljere replied, still hungry from the urgency of his mission. "Just a simple meal, please." The sailor who also served as cook promptly responded, "Excellent—we foraged some fresh mushrooms in the jungle today and will pan-fry them in butter, shall we?" ... Aljere's face slightly flushed, but he composed himself and shook his head calmly, "Just a steak, please—five minutes, or maybe seven minutes of cooking, medium-rare." ... East Baylang, at the edge of the jungle. Klein, carrying two secret companions, didn't rush to leave the city immediately. Instead, he intended to first procure some dye to disguise the mask of "Lord of Hell," Ludewell. Before that, however, he had other matters to attend to—namely, to seek out and recruit helpers to explore the outer reaches of Caldrun! Klein had never been a lone wolf, especially when faced with danger; thus, unless absolutely necessary, he would always invite stronger allies to join him, offering coordinates or making sacrifices in return, rather than charging in alone. To him, simply surviving to secure the materials he needed was paramount. If it weren't certain that success was possible, I'd even consider waiting another week or two, carrying a baby or pushing a stroller all the way to Caldrun… Klein sighed quietly and drew out his adventurer's flute, playing a soft note. Instantly, the messenger lady Renette Tiniel, who carried four heads, stepped out from the void. Klein carefully chose his words before speaking: "I've recently planned to explore the city of Caldrun. In fact, I already have its spiritual coordinates. I'm wondering if I could hire you to assist me—what would be the cost?" The four golden-haired, bright-eyed heads of Rynette Tini科尔 in turn opened their mouths: "Not possible..." "I..." "Cannot..." "Enter."